Angel Academy Novels & Stories

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

she asked with a smile, and I only nodded, hardly registering her nonsense. “Julia, are you and Stella coming?” I decided to mind-link my friend. It would be easier this way. Sia was still a very young wolf, so mind-linking wasn’t very easy and it brought me a headache. “Oh, Angel. I am so sorry. We can’t make it, but we will meet at your Ceremony. I am sure it will be beautiful and full of happiness,” she replied. Weird, it really sounded like she was leaving something out. Anyway, I would see her in two hours or so, and when we could talk more, I would get to the bottom of it. Before the official ceremony, Aaron wanted to introduce me to what he called everyone important in the Realm — Alp

Celeste's POV They call this place 'Angel Reform Academy'. But every wolf locked inside knows the truth. This is no academy-it's hell. Angel Reform Academy claims to take in the disobedient heirs of every Pack, promising that its cunning two-year "reformation" will return a docile, well-trained successor to their families. But the moment you enter, you stop being an heir. You stop being anything. Here, we are stripped of names, titles, futures-reduced to trash.

he said playing with his fan. ___________________________________________ Angel sat on the queen size bed in her "new room". It had white walls and a small window near the ceiling with bars on it. There was a bathroom, with no window just a tiny vent. Angel sighed to herself there was no way to escape. Suddenly her door opened to reveal an angry Alec. "What do you want" Angel said sacred. She didn't fail to notice how angry he was that she was brought here. "I'm here to get entertained and to have my revenge." He said sadistically as he approached her.

I continue strolling around the room as my mind tries to wrap around all the crazy information, I have learned in such a short span of time. Noticing a cracked door, I push it open more to reveal an ensuite bathroom which I eagerly step into, taking a good look at my reflection in the mirror. How in the hell was I, an immortal reborn angel, who was marked and given gifts from GREEK GODS?! This shit was just to fucking crazy, but after everything that had happened, it was the only thing that made sense asides from me just being downright insane. I turn away from the mirror, no longer able to look at myself the same and begin searching for some towels before stepping into the shower. I clean m

Ruby existed in the mortal realm, but her head was always filled with supernatural fantasies, Gods in human clothing, dreams made flesh, a colourful life of fantasies and dreams. Then one day, everything changes when a letter arrives in the mail from the exclusive Alliance Elite Academy, a boarding school for extremely intelligent people possessing extraordinary talent. Little did Ruby know, as soon as she walked through the gates, her dreams made flesh became a reality with insanely good-looking people wherever she turned. And they all seemed to find something addictive about her. Shadows in the night, fangs during the day, and dreams that feel real turn Ruby in every direction, until they

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

---Mathias--- Anger burns heavy in my chest as I climb the stairs to the main floor of the warehouse. They hacked her wings off. Took away her ability fly, to be free. Alpha Donahue was right; angels live for flying and the freedom it gives them. Depending on the injury, an angel can grow their wings back, but I have never seen one come back from what I just witnessed. If she can heal her fingers, I pray she can heal her wings. Michael mentioned similar injuries and he healed from that, but it took time. A lot of time. Time we may not have, I’m afraid. Alpha Drake’s laugh pulls me from my reverie. He is washing his hands and forearms to clean the splattered blood off them. His sleeves are ro